Feelings

The Squirms got a book for Christmas about feelings. We read it the other night before bedtime, on a day that included a trip to the grocery store for the Great and me (Squirms had been helping her dad take down lights). The book reminded me so much of my own experience at the grocery store....

Proud. I was proud to be holding the Great in the parking lot, and putting him my buggy. He's so handsome and chunky, and mine.

Frustrated. The Great is very good at wiggling his way to stand, turn around, and attempt to climb out of the buggy seat. The entire time we are in the store. And during check out.

Excited. I put a Fox's cookie package in the buggy that I had not tried before.

Happy. The Great makes so many other people smile at the grocery store - I can't help but smile too.

Angry. Put the buggy, or cart if you prefer, in the assigned coral. I mean, it's ten feet. It's walking ten feet. Or, just tell the nice employee, "yes, I would like help to my car" and they will take the buggy back for you.

Sad. They were out of Jammie Dodgers.

Silly. The Great and I danced to part of a song while pausing near the deodorant.

Sleepy. We have a two year old (almost three!) and a one year old; and according to every magazine article I've ever read, I don't eat right nor get enough sleep nor exercise enough. This is pretty much an emotion that I feel all the time.

Unfortunately, the book doesn't tell you how to handle your feelings. Just that you have them.